OS SR: Part 6: Don't leave me this way..pg 5 - Page 3

Originally posted by: mabel

wow...it was beqautiful....so heart wrenchin....i had tears in my eyes while readin....i luv ur writing...its soooooo stupendofabulouslyfantastical!!!!!!!!!!

plz continue dis OS....wud luv 2 read....

n plz if possible pm me whenever u rite a ff or os

Originally posted by: moviebuff05

Beautifully written.......all the pain ...and the longing and the sadness......was so well written

I love this part.......

Yet, his feelings were so much deeper...he wanted her to feel the same without any undue pressure on his behalf. This had become the second justification as to why he had prevented himself from stopping her. Last time had just given way to false pretences, more pain. His confession had exposed him to vulnerability and he knew he had only himself to blame for the angst he felt today...if only she would realise...

No- he was better off without her; there was no point in stopping her when her existence in his life was for the wrong reasons. He was selfish enough to give her pain, yet selfless enough to give her up when he knew she didn't belong with him...

Originally posted by: shahidkaarmaan

that was magnificent! sid and rhiddimas feelings were amazingly put, i guess this is whats going to happen, but probably with a LOT more dialogue about haaths and thamas and saaths and chodas and basically every dialogue again...
lol loved ur interpretation though!

Originally posted by: Lennie

Wonderfully written 👍🏼

This bit esp sums up Sid for us and what we are seeing

He was selfish enough to give her pain, yet selfless enough to give her up when he knew she didn't belong with him...

Originally posted by: zeenia

Wow what a wonderful one shot!!

So sad from both sid and ridhimmas perspectives!

Ridhimma really doesnt want to leave and sid really wants her to stay! They need to both talk and I mean really talk!!

Their story deseves a happy ending!😊

Part III: Riddhima- 'Blame it on the rain...'

Riddhima sits by her bedroom window staring at the monsoon, with her head resting in her hand. For some, the seasonal change was construed as a unique vision of nature at its best, the lush greenery soaked in droplets of water, the captivating scenery and the children who ran in the streets laughing and playing in the rain with upmost enthusiasm and enjoyment. For others, the monsoon represented something more sinister, the thick grey clouds looming in the sky, shunning out the luminous rays of the sun and shadowing the streets to darkness with the odd grumble of thunder, they preferred to stay in the secure shelter of their homes.

She couldn't help herself when she started thinking about Siddhant...trurthfully, she hadn't stopped thinking about him since she had left two days ago. To her, their relationship was like this very monsoon. She had promised herself that she would do everything to preserve her relationship with Siddhant, forbid any misunderstandings to severe that bond that held them together. She had thought to strengthen the bond with her tenacious will to fulfil her duty as his wife. The beauty she had wanted to adduce from their togetherness had instead shadowed them both into darkness, preventing her from acknowledging the mistakes she was making.

She thought about their wedding day....their honeymoon...when she had taken the first step towards him and had hugged him...when he had confessed that he liked her. She wanted to relive those moments with him again. She closes her eyes and hears his harsh words, "tumne mujhe jhoot bolkar yahaan bulaya hai...natak kiya hai tumne...tumhari madat lene se acha, main marna pasand karoonga-"She opens her eyes immediately, to get rid of the voice echoing in her mind.

Sid had never been this harsh before. Even after her marriage Sid had used words to hurt her, but the statements, the insults, the anger had always been directed at her alone. She would never have thought him to speak of himself in such a way. "Main marna pasand karoonga", her disbelief and torment evident on her face, a crease upon her forehead, she inhales slowly, the thought of him saying such things hurt her so much. On karva chauth when women prayed for their husbands happiness and long life, her own husband, had spoken in such a way about himself. The fact was that even if Sid hated her, she could live with that, but it was the idea of Sid hating himself which had become intolerable. The car crash, the torn ligament, the rejection of her assistance and support despite the pain he felt, and then those words...if the only way Sid would quit hurting himself was if she stopped advancing towards him, then her decision to leave the house had been right.

Looking around, her own bedroom seemed so alien to her...the atmosphere, the appearance...She had left Sid with a heavy heart and truthfully, she had hoped that her decision to leave would trigger something in him...anything, which would push him to stop her from going. The fact that Sid had turned his back to her and sauntered away had felt as if he had ripped her heart out, and repeatedly crushed it under his feet. The pain of his rejection had been a lot worse than the pain she had inflicted upon herself by deciding to move out.

She whispers to herself, a tear falling onto her cheek, "Ghar to chod diya maine...par tumhe kaise chod doon Sid? Tumhara khayal kaise chod doon?..."

A beeping penetrates Riddhima's thoughts and she turns to see her pager lying on the desk. Rushing over, she reads:

EMERGENCY. REPRT FOR DUTY ASAP.

This was the ultimate test for Riddhima. There had been one too many times where she had allowed her personal issues to get in the way of her work. The mental state she was in now encouraged her to think about Sid, especially since she had not seen him having taken leave from work in order to avoid all contact. However, this was an emergency and procrastination would have to take a back seat.

Looking around she instinctively reaches out for necessities her mobile and the car keys. Then she remembers the pouring rain, the traffic that was building up, the puddles of dirty water, and automatically the eagerness to leave diminishes....

She shakes her head, angry at herself and runs out of the room, running downstairs, her umbrella lies besides the coat stand. She grabs it and rushes out the front door whilst simultaneously opening it up before she was drenched.

No, she thought to herself, there was no point in blaming the rain....when there was a problem, you had to accept the responsibility to minimise the nuisance it caused...the umbrella showed her, where there was a will, there was always a way...